The Sisterhood of the Traveling Wedding Crashers - Part 1

 The Oldest Princess’s college friend was getting married, and she obviously wanted to go to the wedding.  Only there was a small problem.  The wedding was 460ish miles away.  I volunteered to go with her, so she did not have to go that far alone.  The OP was okay with that, and when she told her friend that she could come to the wedding and that her mom was coming too, her friend graciously told her to bring her little sister as well.  Upon hearing that, there was no stopping the Youngest Princess, and the show was on.

We got online and booked a hotel, and on Friday after the Youngest Princess finished her riding lessons, we hit the road.  Our first stop was Target.  I know that is a total surprise to those of you who know us well (said in my sarcastic voice).  Our second stop was Chick-fil-a.  Again, I know you all are in shock.  

While we were following the awesome Chick-fil-a employee’s instructions on which car to follow through the drive through to the window, a lady in the car behind us got tad bit impatient.  My guess is that she was one of the kids who cut in line at the water fountain after long hot recesses in elementary school.  She honked her horn at us, and zipped around us and cut in line a couple of cars before us.  The Youngest Princess was all in a dither worried that Ms. Haszeropatience was going to mess up the intricate workings of the Chick-fil-a drive through.  None of us had eaten, and we were hungry too. In true Chick-fil-a style, our orders were filled correctly, despite the line bull.  We ate going down the road so as not to lose more time.

The OP may have been so excited to eat her chicken nuggets that she dropped one on the floorboard.  That my friends is a sad day when you drop a chicken nugget on the floorboard.  It may rank right up there with breaking your arm the first week of summer.

We didn’t get too far down the road before we hit traffic.  It was the opportunity the YP was looking for.  She took advantage of the practically stand still traffic to…do her nails for the wedding of course!  

We got a picture of the guy in front of us who had an interesting way of seeing what the holdup was.

Nails done and traffic passed, we made our way down the road.  Eventually we needed a pit stop and figured we would get something to eat and top off the glass tank as well and hopefully not have to stop again until we heard, “You have arrived at your destination” in the Youngest Princess’s sweet little voice as recorded on my Waze app several years ago.

We decided on a McDonalds that was right next to a gas station.  We were sitting in the drive through and the Youngest Princess and I were watching a robin out our windows when I noticed a dead rodent laying about 3 feet from the car.  It was a small rat/large mouse?  Not really sure.  But suddenly, I was no longer hungry.  Nothing like a dead rodent to ruin your appetite.  And nothing says eat here like a dead rodent on the premises.  We ate as much as our ruined appetites would allow.  We topped  off the gas, and then hit the road again.

We listened to some random Disney playlists, and the girls traveled down memory lane.  It amazes me how much they remember about certain episodes of old Disney shows.  The OP said if her college courses had been put to music, she would have remembered so much more.  So, if any of you want to make some money and help some college students out, look into putting college courses to music.

Thinking that we had made our last stop, and were in it for the long haul, we settled in to make the last leg of the trip.  I had not been watching the little food signs on the exit signs, but I happened to look at one and cue the “Hallelujah Chorus” music, lo and behold, there was a Jack in the Box sign.  If you know me, you know that means a stop.  And tacos.  Glorious Jack in the Box deep fried tacos.  The third time was the charm, and thankfully we had no crazy experiences with impatient people or dead rodents in the drive through. And one more reason to be happy about this drive through experience, theYP thought the drive through worker was good looking.

There were other things that happened, but I am not at liberty to share ALL of the funny/silly things that we experienced in order to preserve some sense of our dignity.  But I will say that I will never think of Clemson, or Scrooge the same, and I won’t have to use google to find out how to open my gas tank.

We finished the trip listening to old 80’s songs - “I twirled to that” - to stay awake.

We made it safely to the hotel and got our room key.  Our room was all the way at the end of the hall.  If you know my Prince and I, this fact does not surprise you.  It did not take us long at all to get in and get settled.  After we found a light switch that worked that is.  We. Were. Tired.

And, that my friends is Part 1 of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Wedding Crashers.